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![]() Click for words events Elementary Justice Julian Barnes discusses "Arthur & George"
English novelist Julian Barnes has a yen for literary curios. Strolling
around his North London home, he picks up one signed photograph of a
great author after another--Turgenev, Kipling, Borges--handing them over
with the excitement of a true fan. "Who do you think this is?" he
asks, presenting an antique postcard of a man in shorts. It turns out to
be a gag photo T.S. Eliot took of himself, which he then sent to a
friend. Apparently Mr. Prufrock's creator had a sense of humor about
himself.
Barnes' fiction can be a similar funhouse mirror for writers' lives.
His genre-bending meditation on authorship, "Flaubert's Parrot,"
featured a retiring English doctor who had become obsessed with one of
the French novelist's stuffed birds. His latest novel, "Arthur &
George," resurrects detective novelist Arthur Conan Doyle around the
time the author began raising a hullabaloo about the real-life case of
George Edalji, a part-Indian solicitor from Birmingham railroaded for
mutilating farm animals--a crime he did not commit. "Flaubert's Parrot" seemed pretty hard on our desire to know
more about a writer than just our work. And yet here you are writing
about another novelist. Has your mood changed? No, but Conan Doyle is a very different character. Flaubert had very
strong opinions about journalistic prurience--he used to go into tirades
about it--but Doyle was a famous man and a public figure. He was the
sort of writer who was used to being in the open. How did you stumble upon the case of George Edalji? I came across him reading about the Dreyfus Affair in fact. And once
I found out that Doyle began investigating George's plight at the same
time he fell in love with a woman who wasn't his wife--that's when I
knew there was a story there. There are some pretty grim passages in this book about the racist
persecution George suffers even before he is arrested for (supposedly)
mutilating the farm animals. Did you ever find yourself swept up in some
of the passions Arthur feels? I don't think as a writer you can do that. Sure, it was upsetting,
but as a novelist what you are trying to set up this machine, this
narrative, you hope to ratchet up the reader's sense of injustice--even
if you know in the end it will be somewhat unresolved. So how did you get into the period? Newspapers were good, and Conan Doyle's autobiography was quite
useful. In writing the book, I found that a few antiquated words could
go a long way--give the illusion of the time without actually using that
many phrases. In any case, I didn't want to write an entire book in
Edwardian prose. It becomes a bit like one of those gauzy historical
dramas they play on Sunday afternoons. Or like repro furniture. So here and there you used words like oleaginous to get the
period across? Yes, oleaginous as in "oily." At one time it was a sort of
anti-Semitic shorthand for Jewish. And it often was applied to villains.
Was it hard to write this book without thinking about how it
applies to justice today? When I am writing I am only in the book, but yes, it's hard yes
because we're not that different, are we? For instance, there was that
case in England eight or nine years ago where an Englishmen of West
Indian origins was found hanging from his belt from the park gates. And
the police didn't turn anything up. His nephew started asking questions
and not long after was found hanging from his belt from the park gates,
too. The police merely remarked on how unusual it was that they used the
same method to kill themselves. It takes a great shaming case to change
things usually and for a while it gets better. Have you ever been so enraged about something in the public sphere
that you decided, "OK, that's it, I'm going to write a political
novel?" No, because it's not what I feel the novel is for. I think the novel
is meant to tell a story and to convince you to believe in it. You keep
this other stuff separate, at least you try to. I work hard to create a
separate compartment where I can get these thoughts out--in an opinion
piece, say. I've watched as some English novelists I admire do the
opposite and I think their work has coarsened as a result. But some events are so big it must be hard not to engage them,
like 9/11? That's interesting because I just read the new novel by Jay
McInerney, who is a friend of mine, and I did so with great
apprehension, because it takes place around the time of those attacks.
But I thought he handled it beautifully since he comes at it from a bit
of a side angle. I guess you could say the same about Ian McEwan's
"Saturday." True, but I was slightly surprised at the way it was taken up as a
novel about life after 9/11--there is certainly a hunger out there for
that kind of book about the moment, which I think it was why Philip
Roth's "The Plot Against America" was read as an analog for life under
the Bush administration.... I read it simply as a brilliant tale about
the way a family can be threatened. Julian Barnes reads at the Newberry Library, 60 West Walton, on
February 6.
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